Sorry for not updating. I'm stressed about something... Like REALLY stressed. It took me almost an hour to write the last few sentences. I kept pausing to scream.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters.

Grrrrr... :(

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Word got around fast about what happened between Vaughn and I. Soon, I was forgiven by the whole island.

It began getting hotter each day, and summer was soon in full force. It got tougher to work, but I somehow went the first few days of summer without passing out.

On the fifth day of summer, I was watering my crops, and the sun was beating down harshly on my back. I was getting tired, and my mouth was already dry. Deciding to take a quick break, I stumbled over to the shade of a small tree that was growing near the back of my farm.

I dropped my watering can, and all the water spilled out onto the cool shaded grass. I fell to my knees, and collapsed. Everything went black, and I lost all sense of feeling.

It felt like a few seconds had passed when I opened my eyes. The harsh light coming in from my window nearly blinded me, but my eyes quickly adjusted. I looked around, and saw I was lying in my bed. The blankets were pulled up to my chin, and someone was sitting beside my bed in a chair.

I pulled my hands out from under the blankets, and rubbed my eyes. I found Julia sitting there, her face buried in her hands.

"Julia?" I said, in a raspy voice. My throat felt dry; like the day it had when I washed up onto this island.

Her head snapped up, and she stared at me. "Chelsea?" she asked. "How do you feel?"

"Ok, I guess," I murmured. "Except my throat is REALLY dry."

"Well, you were out for almost two days." She said, and got up to get me a drink.

"Two days?" I shrieked.

"Yep," Julia called from the kitchen. "I came to invite you to supper on Wednesday, and found you passed out beneath a tree,"

"What about my crops?" I asked nervously. God, Chelsea! You were out for two days and all you care about is your crops?

I heard Julia laugh a little in the kitchen. "They're fine," she said. "Taro made Elliot and Natalie take care of them." She walked back into the room, and handed me the water.

"Have you been eating enough?" she asked me.

"Sometimes I cook myself a meal," I said. "I'm usually too busy. Most of the time I eat that coloured grass, or I don't eat at all."

"No wonder you passed out!" Julia said. "You need to eat at least three proper meals a day."

"It's not my fault I can't have three 'proper meals a day'!" I said.

"That's why you're going to come over to our house every other day for supper!" Julia declared proudly.

"What about the other day?" I asked. Oh my Goddess, Chelsea! They invite you to dinner every other day, and all you care about is what you're supposed to do when you're not going to their house?

"I'll make sure you have a proper meal," Julia said. "God, I wish there was at least one restaurant on this island!"

"Looks like your wish was answered," I said to Julia three days later. We were standing in front of a small building with the word CAFÉ written across the top.

"I guess it was," Julia said. "Now you can have a proper meal every day!"

"But eating at restaurants costs money," I pointed out. "Which I don't have a lot of!"

I had just spent most of my money to hire Gannon to fix the bridge to the forest. It wasn't finished yet, but Gannon was working on it.

"I'm sure Mom and I can lend you some money!" Julia said.

"I can't accept your money," I said. A little voice in the back of my head squeaked, Yes you can! Yes you can! Oh, Goddess, another Harvest Sprite?

"Sure you can!" Julia said.

Yes!

"Mom and I have enough to spare," she said. "Besides, the thing that matters most is that you're healthy."

"God, you sound like my mother!" I groaned.

Julia narrowed her eyes at me. "Fine," she pouted. "Pass out again! I won't go looking for ya!"

I sighed. Julia was so immature… yet so mature. "Ok, ok," I said. "I'm sorry."

"You're forgiven," Julia sniffed. "Now let's check this Café out!" she grabbed my hand and pulled me through the doors.

"Ohmigod, this is the best sandwich I've ever had!" Julia cried, and took a huge bite out of the sandwich she was holding.

"It's a sandwich, Julia," I told her. "It can't be THAT good,"

"But it is!" Julia took another ginormous bite.

I finished my salad, and leaned my elbows against the table. I began singing a song I learned in kindergarten in my head.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday…

I was suddenly curious as to why Vaughn only spent Wednesdays and Thursdays on the island. Without thinking, I asked Julia.

She looked at me. "Why are you interested in my cousin?" she asked. A few seconds later, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "You like him, don't you?"

"No!" I screamed. I felt like a little girl back in elementary school.

"Yes you do," Julia teased. "You hugged him the other day, and now you're asking questions about him."

"I only hugged him because I felt sorry for him," I said matter-of-factly. "The poor guy lost everything!"

"Then why are you asking about him?"

"I was curious," I said. "Most people don't go back and forth between two places."

Julia sighed. "Fine," she said. "But I still think you like him."

The next day was Wednesday, and I ate supper with Julia and Mirabelle… and Vaughn.

He seemed a bit more relaxed than the last time, but he was still uncomfortable. Julia made me sit next to him again.

Julia talked non-stop the whole meal. No one could fit a word into the conversation.

"Its soooo hot outside," she said. "Why is it hot in summer? Why not winter?"

"It's the way─" Mirabelle started, but was interrupted.

"Maybe it's the way the sun is positioned..." Julia said thoughtfully.

"It i─" I tried to say, but Julia just kept blabbering.

Vaughn started to look annoyed at his cousin's constant chatter.

"Can you shut up for just a minute?" he screamed.

Everyone froze and stared at him. A hurt look crossed Julia's face.

"Vaughn!" Mirabelle said. "I know Julia's talking is annoying, but it's no reason to snap at her!"

Vaughn scowled, then grabbed his plate, dumped it in the sink, and left.

Julia didn't say another word the whole meal.

Me: Welcome to Ruins Talk Show, hosted by HarvestMoonLuv! Our guest today is Natalie.

Natalie: Yo.

Me: So, Natalie, how do you like the story?

Natalie: It's cool.

Me: Now tell me, what would you do if you were stressed, angry at some guy, and your best friend hated you?

Natalie: ... O_O ...

Me: Yeah. That's what crap is going on in my life.

Natalie: Uh... I'd kick the guy's ass, set my best friend straight, and... well I'm guessing the last two problems were the cause of your stress.

Me: Ok. That's all the time we have folks! See you next time on Ruins Talk Show!

^That's what happens when you a story while stressed.